Torture
Summary: Ash has changed... WARNING: GRAPHIC, AND STRONG LANGUAGE!
No flaming! R&R! Inspired by JTHM!
Chapter I: Wouldn't you Prefer Donuts?
He looked at his assortment of weapons, a couple of claws specially made for lodging under something and ripping it out'such as a ribcage', a hammer fitted with a huge serrated knife on the end 'lots of fun!', there was also a cutlass with some spikes on the blade 'heh, heh'. Oh! Don't forget the little buzzsaw 'cute little buzzsaw!' along with a large assortment of guns.
He sat there, looking at this horrible assortment of weapons, and some others, which he kept hidden. He turned to a little doll that looked like a mutilated Bannete that he had found on the road one day. "Hello my little pal of fuzzines." he smiled at the doll, "What? Who do you want me to kill? Oh, Okie dokie!" He smiled. "One Gym leader comin' up!" He looked over to the doll, surprised, "What? Why do you want to eat that? Wouldn't you prefer donuts?" He shrugged, "Fine, one human heart coming up!" He turned his back to the doll, "Sick ass." He looked at the ceiling, "Fuck, you don't have to yell Mr. Shitmonkey! Now, go beat your meat or sumthin', I have work I need to cough on!"
He grinned, "I am Ash, killer of all trainers!"
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A/N: Well, there's your VERY short prolouge, the gore begins next chapter!
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